C: Treasure Chest

Before you spill your sorrows on a page,

to save your tales for days when we are dead,

before you trap your soul within a cage,

first spill your secrets out to me instead.

And when I’ve heard your piece, and all is known,

and after I’ve drawn out the fine details,

then let us set your story in a stone

and trust the earth to guard it ‘til time fails.

So when the earth is rolled into a scroll,

and all the words begone that stay unsaid,

your stories will be safe, and true, and whole,

most cherished of the treasures in my head.

Before you trust some other faulty nest,

make me your favorite faithful treasure chest.